Video musicale

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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terror Squad
Terror Squad
Performer
Ron Lawrence
Ron Lawrence
Keyboards
Armageaddon
Armageaddon
Performer
Big Punisher
Big Punisher
Performer
Cuban Link
Cuban Link
Performer
Fatjoe
Fatjoe
Performer
Prospect
Prospect
Performer
Triple Seis
Triple Seis
Performer
Moise Laporte
Moise Laporte
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
F. Delgado
F. Delgado
Songwriter
R. Pérez
R. Pérez
Songwriter
Ron Lawrence
Ron Lawrence
Songwriter
S. Garcia
S. Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Lawrence
Ron Lawrence
Producer
Fatjoe
Fatjoe
Executive Producer
Rob "Reef" Tewlow
Rob "Reef" Tewlow
Co-Producer
Craig Callman
Craig Callman
Executive Producer
Greg Angelides
Greg Angelides
Executive Producer

Testi

Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat Follow the leader through the streets of death Piece the bits together till you come up wit' atleast a brick Then we can flip that, sip Henny and kick back Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that I suggest that we bubble it all Cop a bundle of raw, start small See if we can double the score I stumble across my share of obstacles Staring death dead in the opticals 'Cuz I'm never scared of the impossible Ask the rasta dudes if our gonja ain't the tightest Ask the pasta dudes if our China ain't the whitest And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus If you see one in the hospital, you could bet it was violence That's the science, my alliance is Terror Squad If there's a God, show me a sign so I can share my scars We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice 'Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin' to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite I like livin' on the edge, tippin' strippers at The Wedge Sippin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist Slugs put you in a coffin for life It's bug how they put you on ice For the love, the money ain't right Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit Got hit, 'cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix It seems foul, niggas while the cream pile Didn't give a fuck, talkin' tough, "Look at me now" Shockin' the world, should've been on top of your girl She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know You about to go, movin' on your block just to stop the flow We about to blow, step up in rank Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice 'Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin' to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite I like livin' on the edge, tippin' strippers at The Wedge Sippin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live Aiyyo, I hold the pain like my body was numb wit novacaine No one can fold the name, Terror Squad a soldier game Already know the game, Prospect the quote of fame Touch up a older dame and confirm the motor train My vocals'll slow your brain, I'm comin' at you like a boa-crane Even through the cold and rain, I penetrate through all weather Eliminate who you call better It's all, shut up, shut up, I'll leave your car wet up Set it off, we all together, gettin' cheddar livin' better Sippin' amarettos, whippin' the Vette instead of a Jetta Dead up, never let up bet up, we settle vendettas Ghetto dwellers, y'all better duck when I let off the beretta Hit 'em up, yet I'm the terror that America wants dead A blunt head turnin' punks red when I pump lead I stomp a hole through your chest Grab your soul, mold ya flesh Hold ya breath 'cuz your next stop is death We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right or get deaded on sight So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice 'Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin' to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite I like livin' on the edge, tippin' strippers at The Wedge Sippin' spritzers, gettin' head, it's the life we live Yeah, yeah, we in for mothafuckin' life, ya heard me? See you niggas creepin' over there Thinkin' y'all niggas could cut corners, get around Nigga this is the mothafuckin' T-Squaders We will buy you mothafuckas, simple as that So called mothafuckin' rap killas, rap pimps Niggas is bitches to me Simple as that, mothafuckin' Terror Squad Since the mothafuckin' early 80's until What! You better ask somebody This the real shit here, no one realer
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